I Will Be The Crowned King

Looking at the figure coming towards him, dragging and tearing the big sword; An Sen, who was very conscious, seemed to be bound by something and was nailed to the spot.

In the rotting and scarlet, the ghost-like figure is getting closer and closer.

"Click!"

The trembling right hand pulled off the fuse of the grenade, and thick white smoke spewed out.

Staring at the oppressive figure, An Sen began to count down in his heart.

One, two, three.

The shadow was thrown violently from Anson's hand and flew towards Kroger's face.

Kroger, who kept a "smirking" smile on his right face, rolled his eyes up without raising his head; he stopped and raised the tearing sword in his right hand to try to bounce it off.

Almost at the same moment, Anson, who broke free of the "shackles", immediately raised his gun and aimed it. The already loaded Leopold rifle aimed at the falling shadow and pulled the trigger decisively.

Gunpowder smoke spewed, and a straight bullet shot spurted out of the gun flame, intersecting and colliding with the white track drawn by the shadow in the air.

"Boom!"

The burst of fire engulfed Kroger's figure in an instant. Anson, who hit the heat wave head on, seemed to be shoved, staggering backwards and falling into a pool of blood that was gradually cold.

It seems that the grenades sent by Roman are not all inferior products that cannot be used.

Anson, who fell to the ground, immediately rolled back and stood on one knee, pulled the bolt off almost instinctively, and loaded the ammunition quickly.

The blood mist burst out around the cracked fire, and in the rotten and scorched breath, you could still faintly see the flames that were still burning and beating in the pools of blood everywhere.

An Sen, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat, stared tensely at the center of the blood mist, and slammed the gun to death—Kroger, who has no intention of being a man, must not be able to solve it with a grenade!

at this time…

huh—

There was no room to breathe, and the tearing sword that broke through the blood mist flew straight towards An Sen with a shrieking sound that made the eardrums tremble.

"boom!"

Unable to think about it, An Sen raised his hand and shot at the flying shadow, and at the same time slammed to his side to dodge.

An understatement of fire flashed across the tip of the sword, and the slightly deflected tearing sword went straight through the wooden door behind him.

The next moment, Kroger's figure rushed out of the blood mist and rushed towards Anson, who had not gotten up yet, at an absolutely inhuman speed.

"Boom!"

The slender bone blade stretched out from Kroger's right arm and fell violently with a momentum that penetrated the top of his skull; Anson, who was almost dodging by the side, watched as the stabbed floor tile in front of him instantly shattered!

After the bone blade, Kroger's cheeks, which had been swallowed by the explosion, were completely festered, and only the skeleton remained on the right half; The creeping and pus-filled strange flesh and blood grew among the flesh and blood of the skeleton.

It's now!

Anson caught the moment when Kroger lost, raised his gun and pierced Kroger's neck.

"Pfft!"

At the moment when the blood was gushing out, the pale afterimage of the bone blade had already attacked from the right side.

Anson, who was trembling all over, decisively released the Leopold rifle in his hand, pushed it hard behind the butt, and fell backwards.

The next moment, the wooden gun body was instantly divided into two by the bone blade; the severely deformed barrel and gun parts were like broken copper and iron, and the gun body that had been cut in half was scattered in a pool of gradually solidified blood.

Kroger, who raised his left hand, held the bayonet, and very "elegantly" pulled the blade out of his neck, which was spewing blood and pus.

"Clang!"

A crisp note sounded.

The steel forged bayonet was broken into two pieces in Kroger's hands.

Anson was stunned.

Even explosions and throat piercings can't kill him, do you have to headshot? !

The brain that was thinking desperately was blank at this moment.

There is no plan... At this moment, An Sen is facing the enemy in front of him, and he can't even think of a feasible plan!

"Yes, that's the expression."

The faint words resounding like **** echoed, and Kroger moved:

"When I devoured my flesh and blood, I hope you are so hopeless and helpless!"

"Clang-!"

At the moment when he rolled over, An Sen almost tried his best to get enough distance at the moment when the bone blade swung.

Although he is extremely regretful now - why didn't he choose not to be a human back then? !

The frightened Anson was still in the future and stood firm, and the burly figure waving the bone blade on his right arm was approaching again.

Unable to dodge, he chose to lean over, the afterimage of the pale bone blade swept over his head, and the screeching sound of tearing the air almost shattered his eardrums.

An Sen, who was kneeling on one knee, pulled out the gun behind his waist with his right hand, desperately thinking about the idea of ​​breaking the game.

The difference in physical quality between the two sides is too great. Once the distance is narrowed within five steps, he will not even have the means to resist; even if he does not consider the other party's special ability as a blood mage, he must try his best to strive for a detour.

In short, you must never fight the opponent in close combat, and you must keep a distance before you can confirm the opponent's weakness; but you can't exceed 20 meters, otherwise your prediction will...

Anson, who was drawing his gun, watched as Kroger's fisted left hand attacked him.

"boom-!"

At the moment when the gun flames spewed, the lead bullet that spun out of the chamber exploded a blood hole in Kroger's chest.

Anson, who was hit by a punch in the abdominal cavity, flew out and slammed into the wall of the main hall; the flying dust and cracks exploded on the wall behind him, and his thin body fell to the ground like a rag bag.

Anson, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, leaned against the wall, struggling to force his body to stand up, raising his revolver with his trembling right arm.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he fired five shots at Kroger's figure.

Kroger, who was hit by the lead bullet, kept exploding blood flowers mixed with pus in his chest, and his speed was curbed a little by the figure of Wei Dun.

But it's really only a "slight" containment.

The next second, the burly figure was approaching again like a ghost.

An Sen, who gritted his teeth, almost instinctively dodged to one side, the shrieking pale bone blade flashed past, the long sleeve of his right hand was neatly cut from the shoulder, and blood spurted out. The wound instantly dyed the entire sleeve red.

If the angle and distance of dodging were just a little bit worse, the strong wind just brushed by the bone blade would be enough to cut off his entire right arm!

No, I have to think of a solution as soon as possible... Is there any feasible plan, even if it is to hold him back temporarily...

Even if it is only to temporarily restrain his actions, so that he can try to find opportunities...

"Pfft!"

An Sen, who fell in a pool of blood, rolled to one side and dodged in embarrassment.

But Kroger didn't give him any chance, and at the same time when the bone blade failed, the next round of attacks had already struck at the same time.

"Boom!"

An Sen, who was kicked, flew directly across most of the main hall, rolled in a pool of blood and dragged him several meters before stopping.

With a pale face, he collapsed to the ground, his mouth was still bleeding, and the severe pain in his chest made it extremely difficult to breathe.

"Clang clang."

Kroger, who didn't go forward directly, first picked up the tearing sword that fell between them, and An Sen, who was lying on the ground, struggled weakly with his twitching body; the harsh sound of the blade rubbing against the floor was like a death knell. It echoed in his ears, making him struggle even harder.

Until... the blood-red eyes that kept overflowing with pus were reflected in his field of vision again.

Desperate Anson's pupils dilated, and he watched Kroger raise his tearing sword; he watched the scene of the moment he entered the main hall, reproduced on himself.

"ended."

Kroger, who spoke quietly, pronounced his sentence like a **** of death.

Right at this moment...

"boom-!"

Gunshots sounded.

A flash of bullet marks turned Kroger's grinning face into a burst of blood mist and minced flesh.